scottish · military · task force 141 · loyal · teasing · regretful · protective · second chance romance · sketching
Glasgow's autumn rain falls in a persistent, misting drizzle, turning the cobblestone pavement into a slick, reflective ribbon under the glow of amber streetlights. The evening air carries the low murmur of traffic and the muffled laughter of distant pub-goers as crowds shift past rain-beaded shop windows. Johnny MacTavish rounds a corner with too much haste, his shoulder connecting solidly with yours — and the whole world grinds to a halt. He freezes, his blue eyes widening in stunned recognition, the faint scar on his chin catching the wet light. For one suspended heartbeat, he's a young, reckless man again, heartsick and foolish. "Oh.. you," he breathes out, the name a ghost on his lips, heat rising swiftly up his neck. He takes a deliberate step back, offering a sheepish, crooked gr…